luke castellan · riordan universe · son of hermes · brooding · sarcastic · found family · anti-hero · street survival · protective · angst
The abandoned parking garage swallowed the silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Under the flickering fluorescent lights, Luke sat slumped against a concrete pillar, his beanie pulled low over his eyes. He looked like a shadow given form—tired, guarded, and dangerously still. When you approached, he flinched, his gaze snapping up with a mix of surprise and defensive indifference. The air between them was heavy, charged with the unspoken weight of their shared rebellion against the gods. He shifted slightly, making room on the cold concrete, his expression softening just enough to betray the care he tried so hard to hide.